A/N: This is the potential end of the story but if you want an even fluffier ending then you're more than welcome to review and say so!!

For some reason I did the first several paragraphs from Ginny's perspective, probably to conceal Harry's thoughts about that subject until later. But once the game starts I will use both POVs and, once again, I hope it isn't confusing.

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Part 3 -- The Quidditch Game

Only seven days had passed since Ginny had gone on her walk with Harry around the lake. Ginny didn't want to obsess over it, and yet nearly everything she said or did reminded her of something he or she had said last weekend.

On Wednesday, Dumbledore had officially announced the Halloween Ball, causing a rift of excitement and anticipation from the girls. At least, the girls in Ginny's class. As soon as Dumbledore had announced it, Ginny noticed Ron's nervous face. She tried to share a meaningful look with Harry about this, but he was staring down at his dinner as if it held the meaning of life. She would probably go with Colin or Neville, nice guys that didn't have anyone else to go with. Poor Neville crushed Ginny's feet at the Yule Ball last year, but at least he had apologized and been nice throughout the evening.

Today was the first Quidditch game of the year. Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor. Ginny was nervous for Ron as it was his first Quidditch game, but she was also uncontrollably nervous for Harry. Nothing bad had happened to him so far this year, and everyday that went by made Ginny wonder more and more if something would suddenly come out of nowhere and attack him. Typically that did happen. Every year so far it had. Ginny gulped as she remembered that she was a major part of it in his second year. But no, he had long forgiven her for that much.

Ginny observed Harry as he flew around the Quidditch pitch as a warm up. He seemed so relaxed when he was flying. Sure, he had been more relaxed then anyone had seen him last weekend during and after their walk, and that fact made Ginny smile, but he looked even more at ease now, on his Firebolt.

Harry flew in circles through the pitch and focused his thoughts on the game that was about to take place. For some reason his mind was having trouble centering in on one topic lately, unless it was the Halloween Ball. Every day that went by since the announcement made Harry worry more. This year he didn't have to have a date, and yet he was worrying twice as much about it. But he couldn't think about that now, there was a Quidditch game in mere minutes.

As Madame Hooch came out onto the pitch to start the game, Ginny saw Harry staring at the Ravenclaw Seeker, Cho Chang, and sighed. Ginny liked to think that she could spot crushes where they existed, and Harry's had been quite obvious last year. Ginny just hoped that Cho would not distract Harry so much during the game that he would miss the Snitch.

Harry flew to the center of the pitch and glanced up to see Cho across from him with distress written into her expression. She had looked like that ever since the end of last year. Once again his mind flashed to the dance. Cho had been his first choice last year and he had wished that she wasn't going with Cedric. This year he wished she could go with Cedric and as he looked at her he found that he felt no desire to ask her to the Halloween Ball. He started to shift his gaze to the one he wanted to ask but was distracted when Madame Hooch blew the whistle to get the teams' attention.

The balls were released and the game was underway. Ginny noticed that Cho was barely looking for the Snitch but instead followed Harry wherever he moved. Ron was doing well as Keeper and blocked both shots made by Ravenclaw in the beginning. Ginny saw a sparkle and turned toward it to find the Snitch very close and a bit below her location in the stand. She stared at it momentarily then looked up at Harry. He got a determined look and dove straight down, yet he was on the other side of the pitch. He's feinting, Ginny realized.

Harry could tell from the noise behind him that Cho had followed his lead. He pulled out of the feint before he was too close to the ground. Cho glowered at him. He gave her an innocent smile and flew back up where he could observe the pitch better. He noticed a reflection to his left but it was merely the sun reflecting off of Ginny's bright red hair. She was looking at him, and he knew he should be focused, but found that he couldn't. She was giving him an odd look that Harry could not interpret. Her eyes were wide and she kept glancing down. She pointed her gaze sharply down and this time Harry followed it to see...the Snitch? He dove for it without a second glance and put all his energy into the dive. Cho had at first thought he was bluffing and was delayed in diving.

Ginny watched, her face still burning from making eye contact with Harry, as he inched closer and closer to the Snitch. Cho had waited far too long to catch him now. The only way Harry would lose this game is if a distraction came up and the Snitch flew off. No, Harry was too close. The Snitch was so close to her spot that she could see just how close he was to winning the game. She felt the triumph immediately as Harry's fingers wrapped around the golden ball and its wings folded back. She faintly heard Lee Jordan announcing the Gryffindor win but disregarded it. The second the Snitch was in his hand, Harry had looked back at her. She told herself that she was just the first thing he had seen, or perhaps it was his way of thanking her for seeing the Snitch. She wanted desperately to believe that brightness in his eyes was for her, but she knew better. It was for Quidditch, and winning the first match.

Harry landed in the middle of the pitch and held the Snitch above his head in excitement. Cho congratulated him from the air and flew off. The Gryffindor team landed around him, and as the stands gradually emptied, Harry's ears were filled with more and more noise as they congratulated him and the rest of the team. He heard Angelina say something about the quick Snitch catch but hardly paid attention. He searched the crowd, seeing Ron, Fred, and George's red hair. Where was she?

Ginny remained in the stands where she could observe Harry better. She could congratulate him later, but for now she was content to watch his enjoyment of winning the game. One of the team's chasers, Angelina Johnson, punched Harry lightly on the shoulder while congratulating him, but Harry seemed to ignore her. Ginny saw Harry nod absent-mindedly as he searched the small group of Gryffindors. He couldn't be...Ginny didn't have time to finish her thought because suddenly Harry's head had snapped up and he had met her gaze.

Ginny. He had spotted her. Still up in the stands. He wanted earnestly to push the people around him away so that he could go talk to her. He didn't want to delay his predicament any longer. He had to ask her to the dance. But his present situation was not one that he could simply walk away from without questioning or following by some Gryffindors. He was struck with an idea. "Well I may have caught the Snitch, but that wouldn't have made a difference if our new Keeper hadn't done so well!" His tactic had worked as the small crowd diverted their attention to Ron. Harry laughed to himself as he slipped out from the middle of the group and made his way toward the stand. Ron had only blocked a few shots in the short game and yet he was getting so much praise for it. Harry felt that Ron deserved it as he was a great Keeper and Harry didn't mind because he preferred not to be the center of attention.

Shock. That's what Ginny felt as Harry clearly shifted the attention off of himself and deserted his fans to talk to her. He just wants to thank you, she told herself. You showed him the Snitch, he's just going to show his gratitude and walk back down. Harry must have walked faster than she comprehended because when she looked back down he was off the pitch.

"I owe you one," Harry said, making Ginny jump a bit and turn quickly. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to, er, thank you. I might have missed the Snitch if you hadn't showed it to me."

You see? Just wanted to thank you. That's all. Time to stop dreaming. "Oh, no need to thank me for that. It just happened to fly right in front of me. Anyone would have seen it." Harry had walked up to her and now stood only a couple of feet away.

"But they didn't." He spoke softly, hoping she would look into his eyes. "That's why I'm thanking you." Ginny did look into his eyes, and smiled at him. He fought the urge to simply ask her to the dance. He had to have some sort of sign. After a few awkward seconds he gave a silent sigh and started to leave.

Ginny knew Harry had something to say. She didn't understand why he didn't say it. Worry etched across his face and she realized he was going. She didn't want him to. "So have you been thinking about what we said last weekend?" she said in a rush to prevent his absence.

Harry stopped abruptly as she spoke and smiled at her words. "Every day." He felt he should have smacked himself for saying that. She could surely see right through him now. Sure, it was the truth that their conversation had been on his mind for the past week, but he didn't want her to know that much.

Ginny reflected Harry's smile. Harry's gaze suddenly swept over her and he took a step closer. She felt confused and awkward. What was he doing? His right hand moved up toward her left arm and she stared in even more confusion.

Harry felt his face warm up as he pulled the sleeve of the cloak. With a smile, he said, "You're wearing my cloak."

Ginny's eyes widened in realization. She was wearing his cloak. She hadn't known that she was wearing it; she must have picked it out at random that morning. The blood was rushing to her cheeks but she tried to ignore it. "That's funny, I didn't even notice..."

Harry's heart dropped. She didn't notice. That mean's it doesn't make a difference. And you just made a fool of yourself, Potter. Again.

"I did wonder why it smelled so much better than usual, though," she added with a nervous laugh.

Both of them looked down in embarrassment.

Harry gathered every bit of courage in him to finally ask that nagging question. "So, er, I was wondering..."

Wondering? About what? My dreams? Or maybe even...No. She willed herself to pay attention to what he was saying and stop guessing at what he could say. She bit her lip and nodded her head to signal him to go on.

"Well, just..." Harry sighed. He could do this. "Do you have a date for the ball?" A smile broke out on Ginny's face and Harry's heart lifted in anticipation.

"Oh, no, actually. I don't." Ginny tried to maintain her composure, but she was sure that she wasn't assuming too much to know what was coming next.

"Well then, do you maybe...wanna go with me?" Harry blurted before he lost his nerve. He braced himself for her response. But instead of her laughing or being disgusted, her smile got wider.

"With you?" Ginny repeated. She had to keep herself from screaming 'Of course!' and jumping up and down. "Well, uh, yes. I'd love to."

Harry smiled and offered his hand to her, since that was the only rational thing he could think to do, and they walked down to the now deserted pitch in comfortable silence.

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A/N: I know what you're probably thinking. No kiss? But you said this was fluff! And I did say that. But so far my stories tend to rush too much [like Erised Senoimreh] and I knew that if I just tried to work that in so soon, it would seem far too fast. So because of that I will leave it here. I wasn't planning to take this past 3 chapters but that is such a mean place to stop! Do you want me to continue? Well it appears that I won't ever know if you don't click that button down there! Since I posted all 3 chapters together I want at least 10 reviews to know that you really do like my story and if I get more than that I will go even faster to write the last installment. I will be away from internet access for the next week [ =( ] but I plan to finish this before OotP comes out so you better review in the next week or I will leave the story as is! It's all up to you to review!